It started as a slow but lovely day. People coming in twos and fours, chatting, eating, drinking. We always had something to do. But plenty of time to do it.
Then.
I looked out of the window in time to see a wave of pink lycra arriving.
Another peloton of cyclists, this time all female, had come all the way from Birmingham. They had soup and panini before grabbing their helmets and peddling off again in the rain.
Now I REALLY love cyclists.